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Spring Broken We drove into Fort Lauderdale about an hour after dark. My name is Candice Hubbel. Candice, never call me Candy. My husband, Dave Girard was asleep in the passenger seat of our rental Challenger. Dave had just worked out his notice with his old firm in New York City. He was going to start at his new job in Wichita Falls, Texas in 4 weeks. Neither of us had the money when we were in college to attend spring break. We had some money set by now that we were in our early 30's and we thought we'd give ourselves a do-over. The amulet sealed the deal. I'd found it while Dave was going through his first round of interviews for the new job. At first I thought it was a piece of cheap costume jewelry. But it had wound up in the laundry and Dave had found it while doing the wash. He'd put it on and finished folding the dry laundry. He hadn't noticed the changes, but I had when he returned to our apartment. I watched in amazement as over the course of the next fifteen minutes he transformed into an exact replica of me. Or an exact replica of me before I had my hair cut and colored, I should say. Introducing my doppelganger to lesbian love was a huge turn on. And Dave was blown away by the multiple orgasms. By the time we were done she was a quivering mass on the bed, too blissed out for lucid conversation. The next morning I dashed out and bought some toys and reduced her to insensibility again. She was freaked out at first when I made her suck my strap on. But as I coached her through it I could see a fire light in her eyes as she knelt before me, mouth clamped on the rubber cock, forefinger and thumb encircling the shaft, pumping away. She had always loved for me to worship her cock when she had been a man. It was a turn on to see her doing it. It took us a while to figure out it was the amulet and how it worked. But then we had started playing with the possibilities. We both stole small personal items from our co-worker's desks to try out their bodies. It definitely changed our relationship. Dave liked becoming a woman for a night or even a weekend. But the 12 hours between changes really limited us. Commuting to our jobs in New York City meant that unless we were home by 7 we couldn't play in other people's bodies. Once we had discovered that we could not only transform into other people, but also further transform those bodies by waiting 12 hours and using other, unworn articles of clothing to transform them we really had a blast. I stole some gloves from the cleaning lady from my office. And then I bought some children's clothing. Dave was really pissed when he was a 60 something woman for 12 hours. But not as pissed as when he was an 8 year old girl. I finally had to paddle her ass. Only then would she let me dress her and take her out to a museum for a day on the town. She said she felt utterly humiliated. But when she turned back into Dave we had some of the hottest sex we have ever had. Eventually Dave landed the director of HR job in Wichita Falls. The job came with a large raise and some commitments to travel. Dave started talking about settling down, starting a family. He knew I never wanted to have kids. I think all the transformations were affecting him. Still, our plan was to go to spring break, live it up, fuck a lot of strangers and then go to Wichita Falls and start the next phase of our lives. Dave had a job waiting but I'd have to look for work. I also work in HR, but Dave vetoed us working for the same company. While Dave was interviewing and flying down to meet in person, I was preparing for our move. I set up the arrangements with the movers. I also was setting up our spring break experience. I was going to need fake IDs, it took a little doing to find someone who could create a convincing fake. In Fort Lauderdale, I pulled into the motel where we'd made reservations. I reached over and shook Dave awake as we stopped. "Wake up, honey. We're here." He sat up and rubbed at one eye. Yawning, he said, "How long was I asleep?" "About 4 hours. Don't worry about it. Now, go inside and get our room keys." Dave left the car and went inside to the motel office. In a couple of minutes he was back. "Room 127, around back, it's on the beach side of the parking lot." Nodding, I drove the rental around the building and parked in front of our room. "Come on, let's get our things inside and the fun can begin." In a minute we had our bags out of the car and inside the room. As the door swung shut I Opened the big roller duffel bag I'd brought along and pulled out the first Ziploc bag. Inside there was a photo of a petite blonde woman wearing a floral print bikini with a matching wrap. The picture bore a strong resemblance to my natural body, because I had crafted it based on me. I carefully removed the amulet and put it over Dave's head. "You first, honey. You're going to love this." "I trust you, honey," he said, nodding his head. I touched the bikini from the bag and Dave's body started changing to match the picture. In a minute his trousers were too big to stay on his widening hips and they fell down. "Might as well get undressed dear, those clothes look ridiculous on you." Dave carefully took off his blue polo shirt around the amulet as he continued to shrink. His hair lightened and fell in a pin-straight line to his mid-back. I gathered all of his clothing, emptying the pockets and putting his soiled clothes in our laundry bag. When I turned back, the petite blonde woman was standing there, one arm crossed under her breasts, looking uncomfortable. She had the build of a teenage boy, with a barely noticeable swell of hips and barely there A cup breasts. She could have been anywhere from 16 to 25 at only 5'2". My transformation was more drastic. I put on the amulet and removed the panties from a Ziploc baggy with the picture of a tall, black woman in it. The familiar tingle rushed through my body and I could see my skin immediately begin to deepen in color. I hurriedly took off my clothing before I burst out of them. Naked, I turned toward the mirror and watched my transformation. I grew a full half foot, and my modest breasts filled out, as well as my hips. I was no hippopotamus, I was still slender but I definitely had a full set of jungle jugs and some junk in the trunk. My hair hung to my shoulders in loose curls. My nose was slender, my lips were full and my eyes had an almond slant to them. I stood there wrapped in caf? au lait skin, an exotic beauty. "Oh wow, honey," the new blonde squeaked in her high, girlish voice. She cleared her throat before she continued in the same high voice, "That body is going to cause a riot." I smiled in appreciation. "And you are just as cute as a bug." I smiled back at her, savoring what I knew was coming. She smirked back. "I hope you have something else planned. I'm not wearing this body all week. The only action I'll get is from middle schoolers. Not to mention I will probably get carded everywhere we go." Digging around in the duffel bag while I put the amulet back in a safe place, I produced two ladies wallets. Hers was a larger size with a shoulder strap in fuchsia. Mine was a tiny little card case in burgundy. Handing hers to her I said, "Look inside." While she dug through her first accessory, I produced some bottles from another piece of luggage. "Oh my God, you got me a fake license?" "Not so fake. The guy I got it from has an in with the DMV. He swears they're good for everything but flying on an airplane." She shook her head. "I'm still not wearing this body all week. I want something that looks more adult." Taking another look at her license she remarked "Cynthia Stratton?" "I forgot he was going to ask for a name. It's the first thing that came to mind. We'll fix the body in the morning," I said as I finished pouring a couple of screwdrivers. "Nothing we can do about the name. Do you use Cindy for short? Here, drink," I said as I handed her one of the motel plastic cups. She frowned at the suggestion of Cindy for a name, and took an experimental sip. "Hmm, I usually hate screwdrivers, but this isn't bad." "New body, new taste buds. You always said clear liquor was for ladies watching their weight and alcoholics. I'm not sure which one you are, but welcome to the club." I raised my glass in a toast to her and drank. She took another sip and said, "We need some music. I don't know if it's because of the new body or what but I feel like celebrating." I located the remote and turned the TV to a music station that played modern dance music. She frowned at the music. "I don't know. How can you dance to that?" "You just listen to the beat and let your body move," I said, putting down my drink and rising to let my body sway to the beat. She knocked back the remains of her screwdriver, put her cup down and joined me. She was a bit awkward at first, but we dance, still naked, in the motel room for a couple of songs. "This body feels so flexible." She commented. I had retrieved her glass and poured her a fresh screwdriver. "I started with my body, and used some gymnastic gear to get the body slimmed down, make it younger and as flexible as it is. It took a lot of doing to get that body set up with clothing. And now you want a different body? We're going to have to go shopping to pull the same trick, take someone's discards and use their body." I lied. I had several different female bodies in my bag of tricks. I handed her glass back to her. "Oh, the body is fine, but I want a little more boob and some ass would be nice." She set her glass down and pushed her A cups together. "See? There's barely any cleavage." Picking her glass back up she took a hearty pull on the liquor. Standing up, she walked out to the clear walkway in front of the television, raised her hands over her head and sunk into a split. One leg stretched out behind her, one leg in front of her and her sex resting easily on the carpet. "Yep, gymnast." "Ooh, get up, Cindy. You're going to get an infection. Who knows what has been on this carpet?" She got back up and we danced some more. Cindy passed out on her third screwdriver. I had set the alarm on my phone for 9am, 12 hours after we had changed. Cindy was sprawled on the other bed, fast asleep. Turning off my alarm I watched Cindy for signs of wakefulness. She still seemed sound asleep. I dug around in the bottom of the duffel bag for some of the special items I had packed along for Cindy. I finally found the item I was looking for I retrieved the Ziploc bag. I produced two items taped together with just enough space to wedge the amulet between them. A submissive collar I'd bought at a kink shop and Dave's copy of "Spank Me, Daddy; Masochistic College Girls". I'd always been pretty okay with Dave having his fetishes as long as he didn't try to play them out with me. I wonder how he'd feel as Cindy playing them out? Retrieving the amulet from its hiding spot, I shoved it between the collar and the DVD and dropped the loop of the amulet over Cindy's foot that was hanging off the bed. I had no idea how to tell if it was working or not, so I went to shower and get dressed. I dressed in some simple shorts, a halter top, and flip flops. Some sunglasses and a big net shoulder bag completed my ensemble. When I came out of the bathroom Cindy had moved. She still wasn't awake, but she had drawn her legs up and her ass was slightly elevated. I wonder what she was dreaming? I sat down at the vanity to do my makeup. In truth I was nearly 10 years younger and really didn't need much beyond some mascara and lip gloss. Crossing the room I grabbed the amulet by the surprise package from around Cindy's ankle. I retuned the package and the amulet to their hiding spaces and then turned to regard Cindy. Her ass was fully off the bed. If I'd have brought my strap on I could have ravaged her as her sex was fully exposed. I stood by her bed and regarded her ass. She was right. She needed a little more ass. I slapped it, hard. She bounced off the bed like a bunny rabbit, turned in mid-air and cracked the back of her head on the headboard as she landed. I got to see her face, eyes and mouth wide in surprise as she turned over before landing. Wincing in pain she grabbed the back of her head and moaned in pain. I noted that both of her nipples were crinkled up tight. "What did you do that for?" She complained. "Because you are wasting the whole day sleeping, get up, get showered and dressed and meet me at the diner across the street. I've already laid out your clothing. And don't let me catch you over there without makeup on." I added the last with a waggle of my finger. She hopped out of bed and as I turned to look as I was closing the door she was turned around, admiring and rubbing the red handprint I had left on her ass. Her mouth was puckered in a moue of arousal. "Shower!" I yelled and she darted into the bathroom. I drove the Challenger over to the restaurant. After the screw up with Cindy's name I made sure my new body's license had my real name on it. Since the Challenger had been rented out in the name of Dave and I, there would be no problem if we were stopped. I'm sure Cindy hadn't thought that through yet. But it would mean that she was a passenger for the rest of this little adventure. I lingered over my fruit and cottage cheese. I was on my third cup of coffee when I saw Cindy running across the street. She was having a little trouble running in the 3 inch heels I had left for her. Good girl hadn't thought to swap them out for something else. Although they did match her little shoulder bag's fuchsia color. Denim short shorts, a midi peasant blouse with some embroidery on the bosom and a big floppy straw hat completed her ensemble. She rushed into the diner, breathless. "I'm sorry I'm so late. I had a lot of trouble with my makeup. I'm so sorry!" She seemed on the edge of tears. "Lift your head up and let me see." She did so and I gave it a solid C. "You didn't really need to bother with eyeliner. We aren't out trolling for boys, we're just going shopping. The lip color that matches your purse and heels is a good touch though. Did you remember to bring it along? You're going to need to touch it up." Cindy nodded her head comically in her big hat. "it's in my purse." "Alright then, let's go," I said, standing up. Cindy looked crestfallen. "But what about breakfast?" she asked. "You'd have gotten some had you been quicker. You took an hour, so no breakfast." She looked like she wanted to protest. But just lowered her head and followed in my wake. There must be a law that every city of a given size has a mall named The Galleria at wherever. We arrived and parked and then started shopping. Which doesn't mean we bought anything, we tried on shoes, clothes and oh alright, I did cave in and bought some stiletto platform heels for Cindy that matched her shoulder bag. Cindy looked dubious about being able to walk in them. But her body's gymnastic talent managed to cover for her inexperience. I made her carry the shopping bag as we went searching for a decent place in the mall to grab a little lunch. We finally settled on lunch at Wimpy's Burger Shack, which did have a full menu. I ordered a Cobb Salad. Cindy, hungry from missing breakfast wanted a Big Wimpy. "You'll never be able to finish that. Your body is much smaller than you are used to. You have to remember that means your stomach too." I advised. "But I'm starving!" She protested. I'm sure I'm going to be able to finish it. I raised an eyebrow questioningly. "I tell you what. If you finish it I'll let you dig through my bag of tricks and pick a different body. Otherwise, I get to redesign your body however I like. Deal?" I finished, holding out my hand to shake on it. "Deal!" she replied enthusiastically, shaking my hand. 30 minutes later, she sat at the table, looking miserable and a little sick. Half of her Big Wimpy lay cold on her plate, with most of the fries alongside it. As the waiter cleared the plates away, I filled out the receipt. "I said you'd never be able to finish it." She put a hand on her tummy and moaned a little. "Oh, you were right. I should have listened." "Come on. I need to buy some stuff to make cute little you into a boy magnet. By the time I'm done with you, you're going to have boys lining up to stick their cocks into every one of your holes." She actually looked a little scared. While we walked to the House of Silk, the nationwide lingerie shop, I used my phone to search for a specialty shop. I knew the measurements of the body Cindy wore. I had designed it, after all. But I was looking for her to have a super slender waist. I found a place that billed itself as a "Victorian Corsetiere", by appointment. I called them and managed to wrangle a fitting for that afternoon. At House of Silk, we found some pretty mix and match bra and panty sets. There was no point in trying them on, although I did buy some, taking care to conceal the sizes from Cindy. She tried to see, but a sharp rebuke settled her down. I bought pairs in red, black, nude and white. We had to run to make our 2 o'clock appointment at the corsetiere. They were in an older building, with an actual Mansard roof, a rarity in Florida. Inside it was even more Victorian. Dark wood, heavy velvet drapes, camelback sofa in the waiting room and flanking chesterfield chairs around a delicate oval coffee table. If it weren't for the modern central air I am sure the room would have been insufferable. The corsetiere introduced herself as Madame Mordaunt. She was a middle aged woman dressed in a modern version of a Victorian dress, with a high throat, a windowed bosom and an approvingly narrow waist. "Good afternoon. How may I assist you today?" she asked. "We wish to purchase a corset for her." I indicated Cindy. "We are visitors and don't have time for a full up custom job. We're looking for something nice, but off the rack will have to do given the circumstances." Cindy looked like she was sweating bullets. We'd never played with real fetish dress, either before we had the amulet or after. Although I'm sure Dave was familiar with the full fetish regalia, I'm sure Cindy never imagined that she might be the one who would be wearing it. Madame Mordaunt produced a measuring tape and stood up. "Very well girl, let's get a set of measurements," she announced. Cindy took off her hat and shoulder bag and stepped over to her. Madame Mordaunt stifled a sniff of disdain. "No dear. Strip." Cindy looked uncertain. "Come now, girl. We don't have all day. You don't have anything I haven't seen before on any of my other clients or in the mirror. Now strip!" She barked the last as an order and Cindy immediately peeled her shorts and underwear down, and then took off her peasant blouse. She covered her nudity with her arm across her breasts and one hand in front of her sex. Madame Mordaunt wasn't having any of that. Grabbing Cindy's wrists she held them out to her sides and Cindy stifled a whine of protest as Madame Mordaunt reached around behind her to encircle her ribcage just under her breasts with the tape. Taking two more measurements she announced, "32-26-30. My goodness girl, no wonder why you want a corset. You're built like a 2x4." Madame Mordaunt turned to me and said, "I don't have anything off the rack that will fit her. I do have something that I was making for a client that expired suddenly. It will be very loose in the hips. I get the sense that you are interested in waist training, so perhaps this will work for you for now. I'll give you a discount on it, since it's a custom job." "That does sound good, Madame Mordaunt. However, I have to ask, did your client ever try it on?" Madame Mordaunt tilted her head sideways for a moment. "No. The corset in question was never worn. You see she died before the first fitting. She was a long standing customer of mine, a dancer." "May we see it?" I asked. "Of course, let me go fetch it." As she left the room, Cindy stood there, arms crossed beneath her breasts, asked plaintively, "May I get dressed now?" "Yes, dear." She scrambled back into her minimal clothing and sat back down. "You're going to look so good with your new body. I can't wait to see you getting fucked by some big stud." Cindy flushed red with embarrassment, down her neck, all the way across her chest that was visible. Madame Mordaunt returned with a torso dummy on which rested a proper Victorian corset. The corset itself was black and hot pink satin, with lacing in the back. "Oh my, Madame Mordaunt, It's lovely. It almost seems a shame to use it as a trainer." She whipped out her measuring tape and placed it around the waist of the dummy and showed me the measurement where the tape came together, 20 inches. "Oh yes, that will do splendidly." Madame Mordaunt boxed up the corset and ran our transaction, and wished us a good day as we left. Once we were settled in the Challenger Cindy asked, "Where to now?" "Now we go back to the motel, change into swimsuits and go sit by the pool. You need to get used to guys hitting on you." She gulped at the idea. Back at the motel we changed and I grabbed a few things in my big net bag. I cautioned Cindy to wear sunscreen. With her fair complexion she'd have the Devil's own sunburn if she didn't. Then I left her in the room, reminding her to get out to the pool before the sun went down much lower. Once at the pool I found an empty chaise lounge and arranged my things, put on my sunglasses, lay down and closed my eyes. It wasn't even 15 minutes later that I felt a presence near me. I opened my eyes behind my mirror sunglasses and saw a big hunk of a Pacific Islander standing there. We started chatting. His name was Afu Ampele. Afu is a Samoan name for "hot" and boy, was that ever an apt description. While I was chatting up my big Samoan stud, Cindy walked up and took the chaise lounge next to mine. "Excuse me a minute, Afu," I apologized. Turning to Cindy I said, "You need to take your skinny white ass somewhere else. Right. Now." Cindy quailed at the harsh tone I had delivered my demand in, and scrambled to gather her things. She retreated to the end of the row of lounge chairs. Looking miserable, she sat down there. "Problems?" Afu asked. Turning back to him I sighed. "She's a sorority sister who tagged along. She's led a really sheltered life and to be truthful, she's a virgin. My sorority president found out she was tagging along and made it my job to make sure her cherry gets popped. But she's been a wet blanket. I want her to be alone so some of the boys will come by and chat her up. You know, throw her into the deep end of the pool. Down there I can keep an eye on her and bail her out if she gets over her head. But if she parked next to me other boys might be distracted by me. I mean, she's built like a middle schooler." "So, she's a late bloomer?" he asked. "Oh yeah, you could say that. But I get a feeling this spring break will force her to spread those petals." I smirked at the double entendre. We chatted away as the sun dropped lower. The next time I turned to look Cindy was chatting up a pair of boys almost as skinny and pale as she was. I kept an eye on her, to make certain nothing went on, but I was surprised to see one of them putting sunscreen on her back and legs. The thong bikini I had picked out for her gave him an ample excuse to rub sunscreen on her ass and as he touched her little ass I saw her head fly up from where it had been resting with her eyes wide. She looked back in surprise and then a savoring smile played across her lips and her head lay back down on her crossed arms. Finally, the sun was fully down by 7:30pm and the pool lights came on. I apologized to Afu and asked him where he was going to be later. He told me that he was going to be hanging out with a couple of his fraternity bros at the Carribean Tropics cabana. He said I should come by and he'd make sure one of his wingmen gave Cindy a good time. I promised that we'd try to meet up later. Right. Like I'm going to be able to find one guy among thousands of drunk and horny college students? I collected my things, shooed the nerds away from Cindy and told her that it was time to get ready for the evening. Back in our room I took a shower and then came out to find Cindy idly flipping through the TV channels. I found the items I'd purchased for Cindy at the House of Silk. With the amulet lying on the bed I tied a pair of panties onto the cord the amulet hung from and the matching brassier on the cord other side of the amulet. "Come over here and put this on," I ordered her. She walked over and looked at the assembly. "Push the bra and panties against the amulet and put it on," I commanded. "What is it going to do to me?" she asked fearfully. "It's going to do what you wanted. Give you a little more tits and ass." She shrugged and put the cord over her head. "Oh yeah, you'll probably want to get out of that bikini before you blown it apart," I offered. Cindy looked surprised, but complied. Over the next half hour I watched her hips expand and her ass develop a real round shape. Her peasant blouse was going to be filled to the limit with all of her new titflesh. Sliding the amulet off her neck Cindy declared, "Oh my God, how big are these things?" in her high, girlish voice. "32DDD, that's the biggest cup size House of Silk stocks in a 32." Striding over to the mirror, revealing a generous amount of sway and more than a little jiggle, she turned and regarded her newly plump ass. "And this?" she asked. "36. On your short body it might look a little round, but once we use that corset to give you a tiny waist you're going to look like a sex bomb. I hope you don't have to run in those high heels we got you today." I walked up behind her, reached under her arms and grabbed her new spectacular assets. As I cupped and fondled them she arched her back into me and raised her arms over hear head to lightly caress the sides of my head. I pinched both of her nipples lightly and her breath caught in her throat. She moaned and begged me, "Fuck going out tonight. Let's just stay in and fuck." "Oh no. We're going to go out tonight and see whose assets are better. Yours or mine." She looked at me in the mirror with raised eyebrows. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Wet t-shirt contest." I was right about her peasant blouse. It displayed an epic amount of cleavage and a fair sample of underboob too. It looked like a 5 pound sausage casing with 10 pounds of sausage in it. Of course, I was hoping to get some sausage somewhere else. For her and for me. What I had forgotten about was her short shorts. They were tight on her skinny little ass. There was no way they were going to stretch over her new ample ass. We finally reached into my spare bag of clothing and found a black leather miniskirt. Nothing says easy like short black leather. I also made her wear her new platform stiletto heels. Combining the towering heels, the new ass and tits and she was going to cause a riot. I had called ahead to the club, Fat Rick's, advertising a wet T-shirt contest to see what the rules were. Contestants needed to bring a bikini bottom, high heels and proof of age. We showed up by 10 o'clock for the contest at 11. Our door fee was waived, as our chests were payment enough. One of the waitresses showed us back stage to a curtained off area for the contestants. We were instructed to strip, change into our bikini bottoms and put on thin, white midi shirts provided for us. Then we drew numbers out of a hat to determine the order we were going to be on stage. I drew 11. Cindy drew 21, the last one. At 11 o'clock the MC began working the crowd. The sponsors, Baybreeze suntan lotion got a lot of talking up and then we got called on stage one at a time. We were supposed to strut to the end of the stage, return, pirouette in front of the MC; he would take our hand and help us into a kiddy pool. Then he would pour a pitcher of ice water over our chests. From the looks on the faces of the girls in front of me, the water must have been freezing cold, because every one of them looked shocked when they got doused. I strutted out to the end of the stage. I wished I had oiled up with some of the complimentary suntan lotion in our changing area, it would have looked good on my dark skin. I tried to look confident and happy, but damn, there were a lot of guys in that audience. I know what a gazelle feels like in front of a pride of lions now. The MC helped me into the kiddy pool and began pouring water. HOLY SHIT WAS THAT COLD! I shrieked and bent double to try and protest myself. I could feel my nipples collapse into hard little points to try and preserve what body heat they had left. They would have tented a piece of sheet metal they were so hard. When I stood back up and wiped the tears out of my face, the crowd went crazy. My dark chocolate nipples were clearly visible through the wet, thin, white fabric. I walked back and forth on the stage, my enthusiasm for this display diminished by the discomfort I was feeling. I took my place with the other contestants at the back of the stage. One by one the other contestant came out and put themselves on display until Cindy was the only one left. I could see her nervously fidgeting in the wing of the stage. When the MC announced her, she strode out, all nervousness gone. Any sign of trouble walking in those towering platform heels was gone. She didn't strut onto the stage; she bumped and ground her way to the far end of the stage in a way that let everyone in the room know that she owned it. She was waving and blowing kisses to the crowd and they were responding like studs ready to rut. When she took her turn in front of the MC she raised her arms over her head, giving the audience an eyeful of underboob and a reverse cleavage shot to the guys in the first few rows. The little slut already had her nipples flying at full mast, as well as most of the cocks in the room. The MC, shaking his head, helped her into the pool, which already had a several inches of water and ice in it. Then raised the pitcher of ice and water over her head and paused theatrically. I thought the crowd was going to lose it and pour onto the stage to get all of us. As he poured the ice water on her boobs she shrieked in a voice so high I think only dogs could hear it. Then the little minx dropped to her knees, cradling her tits in her arms and actually started tugging on her nipples through the shirt. The crowd, already in a fever pitch, went nuts. I saw her making doe eyes at a couple of the guys and making kissing motions with her lips, then licking them suggestively. The MC helped her out of the pool and she took a turn around the stage, stepping far enough out that the guys in the front row got to touch her feet and legs. She then took her place at the end of the line-up of girls. All of us were staring daggers at her, including me. It was obvious who won. One by one the MC brought us back out and asked for the audience to show their admiration by cheering. I did pretty well, better than most of the girls anyway. But when the MC went to escort Cindy to the front of the stage, the crowd started a chant, "CINDY! CINDY! CINDY!" They knew who they wanted. So she got a bouquet of roses and a Baybreeze gift basket and a money order for $250. After it was over and we had changed into our clothes again, we went up to the 2nd floor of the club where the dance floor was. I made the little slut buy me a drink. She was still quite excited. "It felt really weird being out there. I mean, I was terrified backstage, but when the MC turned and called me out, I didn't hesitate. It was like I felt compelled to obey him. And then once the crowd was staring at me, I should have been afraid. But I knew I had to perform for them and I just did what came naturally." She settled back in the booth. "It was fantastic." She concluded. I noticed she was rubbing her thighs together. I think the little shit was still turned on. We danced with a couple of guys. One at a time or both at the same time if our drinks were empty. I introduced her to going to the bathroom in pairs to find out what the other girls thought of the guys we were with. We decided that they were nice enough, but not nice enough to sleep with. I told Cindy to give them a fake cell phone number and we made our goodbyes. As we were driving back to the motel, I was fiddling with the radio, unfamiliar with the controls, when I heard the snarl of a siren and saw red and blues flashing behind me. I put on my flashers and pulled to the curb. "License and registration," the policeman ordered when he had walked up to the driver's door. The floodlights from the cruiser shot beams of light into the cabin of our rental car. The officer's flashlight beam shone in through the door, blinding me and its mate from his partner swept through from the passenger's side. "My driver's license is in my purse and the registration is in the glove compartment," I replied. "If you could retrieve them for me, miss," the officer answered. It took me few seconds to get the registration and a minute to fish out my fake license. I was praying that $1000 bought quality work. "Here you are," I said as I handed them over. "Thank you, miss. I stopped you because you were all over the road back there." He explained. "I apologize for that, officer. This is a rental and I was trying to adjust the radio. I'm sorry I got distracted." "Alright, you just wait here while we run these." The officers retreated to their cruiser. "Holy shit. What are we going to do if your fake ID comes up bad?" Cindy wailed. "Shut up, before they hear you. Just be cool and follow my lead." In a couple of minutes the officers finished checking my information and again approached the car. "Ma'am, please step out of the car. There seems to be a problem with your license." I popped my door and stepped out into the road. The officer, a fit looking man in his mid-thirties escorted me to the back of the car while his partner, a younger guy, stood by the fender, splitting his attention between me and Cindy. "What seems to be the problem officer?" I asked, innocently, toying with the buttons of my shirt dress. "Your license doesn't come up on when I run it through the DMV. It comes back as no issued license. Which means your license is probably a fake. We see a lot of these around here at spring break." My blouse buttons were undone all the way down to my bra now. My other hand came up to my mouth and I started playing around my mouth with my fingertips. Stepping up to the officer I put my hand that had been playing with my blouse on his chest and said to him in a low tone, keeping my head down. "Surely there has to be some way we can work this out, officer. I mean, it's not like I'm doing anything malicious. There must be something I can do for you that will make you overlook this." I looked up at him from less than a foot away. "Please?" He cleared his throat in discomfort, but he didn't back away. My left hand dropped to his crotch and I lightly stroked his package through his uniform pants. I could feel his cock twitch. I was having the desired effect. "I'm sure my friend would be thrilled to help your partner relieve his on the job stress." I smiled. I didn't know if Cindy had a thing for men in uniform, but we were going to find out. The officers shared a knowing glance. "There's an alley up ahead on the right. Pull into it and drive until it dead ends," he said. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and climbed back into our car. "What's going on?" Cindy asked. "The officers know my license is bogus. So we're going to get them off in exchange for them letting us off." Cindy's eyes were wide with fear. "What! I can't. I've never..." She broke off and stared ahead out of the windshield. "You can and you will. It's either that or go to jail until they call our parents to come get us. And that's going to be a long damn time. Just relax. We came here to get fucked and now we're going to get fucked." She shook her head in a panic. "No way, I don't even know this guy." As I turned into the alley I grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and growled out, "Listen honey, you're going to get out of this car and start real simple. You're going to kiss him and rub his chest and let him take the lead. But you're probably going to be grateful we put you in that skirt." I released the grasp I had on the back of her neck and she nodded meekly. "Alright, I can do that. And maybe he won't want to go through with it." "Sure. Let's go with that," I agreed sarcastically. I parked the car at the end of the alley and shut it down. "Leave everything in the car. You won't need anything but your tits and ass anyway." We got out of the car and closed our doors as the officers approached us from either side. My officer asked me, "I'd better give you a thorough pat down to make sure you don't have any concealed weapons." I looked down at his crotch and said, "I don't need to pat you down to see one weapon you're sporting." And then he was on me. His hands grabbed my ass and squeezed hard as his mouth found mine open and ready for him. His mouth tasted like coffee, which was a stereotype, but it fit him so well. I ran my hand over his crewcut hair and the hard muscles of his chest and back. He had already undone most of the buttons on my shirt dress and my bra catch in front. Distantly, I heard high pitched but muffled moans coming from behind me. My officer's hands found their way inside my panties. He certainly wasn't wasting any time on foreplay. The urgency was exciting. He tested my pussy to see if I was ready and his finger glided over my clitoris, making me shudder with the sensation. "Oh God. " I moaned and fumbled with his belt. For the first time I noticed that his gun belt was missing and I slid his trousers down to find his cock tenting his boxer shorts. When I pushed down the front of his boxers a very respectable piece of man meat met my gaze, 7 inches or so but very thick. I wanted to give it a taste but he guided me back against the hood of my car and pulled my panties to one side. He rubbed himself against my opening and I stifled a moan. Locking eyes with him I told him, "Fuck me." "You sure are one horny bitch," he replied. Looking over to the passenger side of the car, I was a little surprised to see the other officer standing there, legs akimbo, with no sign of Cindy. But the slurping I was hearing and the look of rapture on the officer's face told me all I needed to know about where the little slut was. 'Oh, boo hoo; I've never done it with a man.' And minutes later she's gobbling his cock. Whore. Calling out to him, I said, "Oh, officer, make sure you take her from behind and smack her ass. That really gets her off." He nodded in reply, but I don't know if he understood because just then my guy started laying pipe and all I could do was hang on. Time just stopped having any meaning while he was in me. I didn't care that I was wearing a black woman's body I didn't care that I was fucking a strange guy in an alley. I didn't care that my husband was giving a blowjob to some other guy right next to me. My attention was drawn back to reality when I heard a smack followed by the odd combined sound of a squeal and a moan. I looked over to see Cindy, her peasant top pushed up, breasts dangling, bent over the fender of the car, supporting herself on her elbows. Her eyes were glazed over, pupils dilated as the cop thrust into her from behind. Her mouth was agape and her breath was fast and shallow. With every thrust her tits swayed and bobbed and on alternating thrusts he smacked her on the other ass cheek while her skirt rode up around her waist. It was incredibly hot. When the officer smacked her ass she'd shudder and let out a little squeak of a moan. Almost like a bird chirp. I wanted to see more, but just then my guy started approaching his moment and I had to hang on for dear life. I locked my ankles behind his back and clamped down on him, eliciting a growl as he kept grinding forward. His hands mauled my tits and he leaned forward to tear at my nipples with his teeth. It was liked being fucked by a savage animal and I felt an electric blossom begin behind and beneath my belly button, setting every nerve in my body on fire as it crashed and rolled through me. I must have pulled him close to me in my passion because his head was against my breasts as I felt him spasm inside me. I had to lie there, utterly spent for a moment as I looked over to my right to see Cindy arching her back in orgasm as her man came in her, both of them making a chorus of animal like moans. I turned my attention back to my man as he slipped out of me. I felt a little crestfallen as he looked embarrassed and pulled up his pants as quickly as he could. I bent, and helped him fasten his trousers and belt, my head enticingly close to his crotch. I could smell our sex on him, he fairly reeked of it. Finally, I straightened up, posed and threw my arms around him. No sense being a spoilsport about it. He gave me a nice fuck and we would be in town for a few more days. Who knows when having a little friendly relationship with the local police might come in handy. I nuzzled his neck affectionately and gave him a warm, wet kiss. He blushed like a schoolboy, which was super cute on a big hunk of man like him. As he walked away, I glanced over at Cindy; she had crossed her arms on the hood of the car and had her head resting on them. He looked over her shoulder with a dreamy look on her face and made a mew of disappointment as her fuck walked back to his cruiser without even a goodbye kiss. Rearranging my underwear and fastening my shirt dress, I walked around the corner of the car to see that Cindy still had her tits and pussy hanging out for the whole world to see. I smacked her on her bare ass. It was already red from the punishment her officer had given her. She squeaked and bounced upright. After a few more bounces her tits caught up. "Get dressed, slut. We have to get back to the motel." She looked away and started getting herself decent. I walked back to the driver's side and got into the car. Starting it up, Cindy hurriedly rushed into the passenger seat as I reversed out of the alley. The police officers were long gone. As I drove back to our motel Cindy slouched low in the passenger seat. "What's the matter? Sorry it was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am?" She opened her mouth to respond, closed it, and then began again. "Yes and no. I mean, we had sex, but a real penis doesn't feel anything like a dildo." "Go on," I prodded. "Oh God, where do I begin? It's hot, first off. I mean, the dildo was room temperature at best. And his penis was alive. It was moving, but it wasn't the same shape all the time. I could feel it swell and when he came, " She shuddered a little and one of her hands went to her crotch. "I can still feel his jizz inside me." "Can't wait to get clean?" "Yes. But there's a part of me that wants to keep it inside me as long as possible. I'm really confused." "Why don't you tell me about the taste?" I interrogated. She actually jumped up in her seat and looked at me. "You saw that?" I just nodded silently. She turned red enough I could see it in the darkened car. "Well, I started out like you said, kissing him and rubbing his chest. Then he took my hands and put them on his belt. I was really scared. My hands were shaking, but I knew I didn't dare disobey him. Once I had his, thing out, he pushed me down. I crouched there in front of his crotch and he grabbed my hair in one hand and his penis in the other. I knew what he wanted and I, I don't know. I just opened my mouth and he put his penis in it." "Cock. He put his cock in your mouth." I looked over at her and ordered her in a stern voice, "Say it." She looked down at the floor of the car and said in a little girl voice. "He put his cock in my mouth." "I sucked his cock." "I sucked his cock," she mimicked back. "I sucked his cock," I repeated the affirmation. "I sucked his cock," she repeated with a bit more confidence. "I am a cock sucker." "I am a cocksucker," the little girl voice came back. "Again." "I am a cocksucker." "Again." "I am a cocksucker." I relented then and gave her a moment of silence to contemplate how she'd changed. Then I landed a bomb on her. "You know what the men say about us women, don't you, Cindy? You can cut down every tree in a forest but you'll never be a lumberjack. But if you suck one cock then you are a cocksucker for the rest of your life." She looked like she was on the edge of tears as she said, "I don't think I want to stay a woman for the rest of our vacation. I think I want to change back now." I put one hand on my cheek in mock dismay. "Oh, too bad honey. You lost the right to control your body when you couldn't finish your Big Wimpy." Her eyes flashed in anger for a second, then she realized I was right and that she was still pissed about it. She crossed her arms under her breasts and stared straight ahead out of the windshield as I pulled into the motel parking lot. We unpacked all of Cindy's winnings from the car and made our way into our motel room. I glanced at the clock and it was nearly 4 am. "I'm going to the bathroom and then I'm going to teach you how to clean up after sex. Wait right here, I said as I closed the bathroom door. " Once I was finished I stepped out with my dirty clothes in one hand and my shoes in another. "Alright, girl, into the bathroom and strip." Cindy marched into the bathroom, barefoot. By the way she practically stomped her feet I could tell she was still pissed about being trapped in her little slutty body. Every time her foot came down hard her ass and her tits jiggled delightfully. Once she was in the bathroom she doffed her soiled panties, peasant blouse and miniskirt. "Sit on the toilet and clench those vaginal muscles. You remember, the ones you were gripping your man's cock with when you came." There was a little anger this time and also a bit of wistful remembrance. "Now pee. That'll clean out 95% of his semen from inside you. I mean, his little wigglers are already inside you and if you're ovulating you're already pregnant," I lied, but she didn't know that. She looked startled "What's the matter? Never thought some stud would put a bun in your oven?" I taunted her. "Come on, it's something we girls have to live with all our lives." Again I mimed surprise with one hand to my cheek. "Oh, that's right. You've only just got an oven of your own. Well, you're not really a member of the club yet until you've had a really messy period." She didn't even make eye contact as I walked out. "Make sure you use lots of paper to wipe up. And remember, wipe from front to back or you're going to give yourself one hell of a urinary tract infection." She didn't come out of the bathroom until I had already turned off the room lights. She crept into the other bed on little cat feet and mostly managed to stifle the sound of her tears. My bladder woke me just before my alarm went off. By the light of the screen I silenced my alarm. Daylight was peeking around the curtains making it possibly to dimly perceive the room. Slowly, to avoid making noise, I eased myself out of bed. My next surprise package for Cindy awaited. This time it was two of Dave's DVDs. 'Girls Who Suck and Swallow' and 'Best Facials and Moneyshots'. Cindy had one arm flung over the edge of the bed. I wedged the amulet between the DVDs and hung it over her forearm before I retreated to the bathroom. One half hour later by my phone's clock I flushed and came out. Cindy was sleeping in the same spot. I retrieved the DVDs and concealed them in the luggage and returned the amulet to its hiding spot. Once the deed was done I went back to bed. If this change went as well as the first I really wanted to get video of Cindy taking some guy's load in the mouth or on her face just to show her later. A couple of hours later I was woken up by Cindy moving around the room, pulling clothing out of luggage. "Good morning sleepy head." She chirped. Rubbing my eyes I sat up in bed. "You're just a ray of fucking sunshine this morning, aren't you?" "Today's going to be an awesome day!" She flounced over and plopped down on the other bed. I noticed that her hair hung damply from her head. She must have already showered."I don't know what it is, but after I slept on it I feel a lot better about sucking that cop's cock. In fact, if I have any regret about it, it's that I didn't let him come in my mouth. I mean, I think about his rod in my mouth and stroking him off until he pops, ooh, it just makes me shiver! So what, I sucked a cock? I'm a woman. Women are supposed to suck men's cocks. It's part of what keeps them coming after us." I shook my head. Holy crap, this morning's changes worked. "So, what's the plan for today?" she asked. "More shopping?" I shook my head. "First I get cleaned up and then we introduce you to one of the mysteries of the cult of femininity. The mani-pedi." She held her hands up in front of her face as if to ward off something terrible. "Oh noes! Not the mani-pedi! Anything but that!" she said in mock terror. I stood up and pointed my finger at her imperiously. "Yes, the mani- pedi! And since this is a change I get to pick the color your nails get done in! And for your insolence, prepare yourself for a Brazilian!" She looked querulous. "What's a Brazilian?" I just turned away from her question to take my shower. I sat in the beauty salon as a high pitched streak of profanity came blasting out of the back room. The women in the front of the salon smirked and exchanged glances. All of us had been there, and now Cindy had too. Eventually the howls died down to whimpers as the attendant moved on to less sensitive areas of her body and 20 minutes or so later, Cindy limped out of the back room. Looking drawn and slightly paler than her fair complexion was normally. She slumped into a chair and the nail attendant started on her feet. "Why didn't you tell me?" she said accusingly. "If I had you'd have run for the hills," I replied calmly. "Relax. The first time is the worst. Next time I'd recommend two aspirin and plenty of water. And a numbing cream about a half hour before also helps." She stared daggers at me. "No pain, no gain, honey." Now we were even for her winning that wet t- shirt contest. I picked a shade of fuchsia for Cindy that matched her shoulder bag and both her stripper heels and the two inch pumps I'd laid out for her yesterday. Today we were both wearing sundresses and wedge sandals. Cindy accompanied hers with her floppy hat again. She already had a coordinating lipstick so she would look fairly put together tonight, if a little slutty and attention seeking. We had time to kill so we took a trip to a different mall for some more shopping. This time Cindy was really getting into it. We found her a bright yellow stretchy halter top with a chrome center zip that a size too small and made her larger tits explode out the top. A knee length hobble skirt in black and bright yellow fuck-me-heels completed her outfit. I thought it was over the top, but since I wanted to see her getting shafted and shot on, I was okay with it. Cindy seemed enthusiastic. I didn't want to be the guest of honor at the gang bang, so I decided that a white silk shirt over a short black skirt with some black and white heels was dressy enough for tonight's party. I found a nice wide belt that had little pockets on the inside for ID, phones and cash. On the way back to the motel we both were yawning widely and we decided to take a nap before going out. I set my alarm for 8 as we lay down. When the alarm rang, I bounced out of bed and grabbed the amulet. Cindy was sitting upright in bed. I produced the amulet and her new corset. "Ooh, I'd forgotten," she exclaimed. "With that ensemble we picked out for you and your farmer's daughter looks, you're going to be attracting a crowd with a wasp waist added on," I said as I dropped the amulet over her head and touched the corset to it. "It tingles," she said, getting out of bed to see the change in the mirror. Over the course of a half hour her waist nipped in fetchingly. She had an exaggerated figure, with her ample chest, tiny waist and round hips on a short frame. Let's face it. She looked incredible and I thought about staying in tonight. But the idea of seeing her spit roasted between two well hung studs was too delicious. Regretfully I packed away the amulet and got ready to go out. We wound up at a big club called Captain Kidd's Parrot. It was a converted warehouse with a Miami Art Deco fa?ade built onto the front. Inside the ceiling was exposed metal trusses, but dotted around the room were balconies where private parties held court. The main level was for the great unwashed. We picked out a bar table next to the dance floor. "Now remember, we either go the bathroom together when our drinks are empty or one of us remains here to watch them. Creepers look like nice guys and they'll slip Rohypnol or another date rape drug into your drink if they get the opportunity. Cindy nodded in response while swaying to the beat and eyeing the crowd. We danced a couple of dances with a couple of guys. My second dance could really move, even though he was ugly as Hell. I thanked him and went back to our table. "Look up there," Cindy said, pointing at the highest balcony. "Don't point, you'll look like a yokel," I admonished. "But that's Jake Boulder!" she replied. "He's that MMA star that went Hollywood and starred in that action movie, Rolling Stone." "So?" "So I wonder what he's doing here?" "Probably looking to pick up some women. This place has a meat market vibe." Just as Cindy and I looked back, Jake Boulder waved at us. "He waved at us!" Cindy practically shouted as she waved back enthusiastically. I noticed that Boulder turned to talk to someone at his side and then waved at us again before turning around and sitting down out of sight. We went back to people watching the crowd. A minute later, a young well-dressed man came up to our table. "Excuse me, ladies. But Jake Boulder would like to invite you up to his skybox." Cindy and I exchanged glances. She had a big smile on her face and I shrugged my shoulders. "Very well, please lead on," I replied. We ascended up two flights of stairs to a landing with a guard standing by yet another set of stairs. Our escort said, "Right up there, ladies." He made no motion to climb the stairs, instead he returned the way we had come. Up here the pulsing music was slightly softer and the light was more muted. Conversation in normal tones was possible, even if you could barely see. We ascended the stairs to be greeted by two huge men. Jake Boulder was an absolute slab of white meat. Broad shouldered, narrow waist, brown hair cut in a flat top. He stepped forward and took Cindy's hand to help her up the last step. "Ladies, welcome. I'm sure you know who I am, but allow me to introduce my friend and former fighting rival Tito Quinones." Tito had warm brown eyes, lank black hair shaved on either side of his head a moustache and pointy chin beard. Despite myself my stomach filled with butterflies. Okay, perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all. We introduced ourselves and they invited us to sit. The balcony was divided into 2 settees. One large one that covered half of the circular skybox, and a smaller one placed between the stairs and a proper balcony overlooking the club. In the center of the private balcony was a large, round table, about knee height. We all took our places on the larger couch and got to know one another. There was no question about who was with whom. Cindy and I were sandwiched in between the mountains of muscle. Jake ordered us some drinks and we made small talk. We explained how we were down for spring break. Jake said he was down scouting locations for a new project he was working on and Tito was actually local, so they decided to hang out together. Tito had assured Jake that the hottest women were at The Parrot as he called it and Jake seemed to agree. I engaged Tito in conversation and left Cindy to deal with Jake. It couldn't have been more than 5 minutes later when I heard an exclamation of relief from Cindy and one of appreciation from Jake. I turned to see what happened. The zipper on Cindy's top had been pulled down and the pressure of her tits compressed into that tiny package and flung the top wide open, allowing a wave of tit flesh to spread over her chest. Jake was goggling at the massive size of her boobs. I turned back to Tito. "Your friend Jake seems like a very forward fellow." Tito actually had the good grace to seem embarrassed. "Jake, he is like a bull. He sees something, he goes for it. He either wants to fight it or fuck it." I leaned forward and kissed Tito on the mouth, sliding my tongue between his lips to flick at his teeth and tease his tongue. Breaking the kiss before he could get into it I pulled back a bit and asked him, "What about you?" He responded by grabbing one of my breasts and pulling me back into a kiss. Whoo-boy, could that man kiss. I straddled him so we could get face to face. For the next several minutes, I don't recall how long, really, I was too engaged with Tito to see what Cindy and Jake were up to. Tito had unfastened my blouse and his hands were roaming over my breasts. I arched my back to thrust them further into his hands and glanced over my shoulder to see what Cindy was up to. Jake had already taken off her skirt, and was sucking her nipples while his hands gripped her ass. As his meaty paws grabbed hold she squealed in pleasure and caressed his head. Just then one of Tito's hands went up my skirt and I was too fixated on what we were doing to care about Cindy. I could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against my inner thigh through his trousers and I wanted to get a little better acquainted. Later, when he had removed my skirt and panties, he turned me around so that I could reverse cowgirl his hard cock. He wasn't that big, but he used his hands to good effect, letting them roam over my breasts and body. I had no complaints. Plus, the show was fantastic. Cindy was crouched between Jake's legs, still wearing her come-fuck-me pumps, trying to fit his gigantic meat hammer into her mouth. He was easily porn star sized and Cindy could barely fit a couple of inches into her mouth. I could literally see her throat starting to bulge when he was in as far as she could take him. Her right hand was stroking his shaft and her left hand was fondling his huge balls. She was mewling and moaning around his cock and her hand pumping up and down, urging him on. Her bright fuchsia nails on his blood engorged shaft just added to the show. They rose and fell up his length until they got to her lips in the same whorish color. It was a fantastic sight. My husband, the little cock slut. I rocked to an incredible orgasm just from the thought. As I was coming down from my moment, Tito laid me down on the couch and started going to town. I started raising my hips to meet his thrusts. He had one of my legs around his hip and the other over his shoulder and I was being stretched and stuffed to my limit. I glanced over at Cindy just as Jake came. She had pulled out until her lips where a hot pink circle around the head of his cock and she was pumping him for all she was worth when Jake convulsed so hard his heels drummed on the floor. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth filled up with his cum. On the second impulse a line of it dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and she pulled him out. The remaining pulses shot out over her face and tits as she swallowed and eagerly tried to catch them in her mouth. When he had finished shooting off, she looked disappointed, and then started wiping the jizz from her face and licking it off her fingers. Then the little slut lifted her breasts up and began licking the cum off her big tits. I couldn't take it any longer, watching her lost to her compulsions to eat jizz I reached down to my sex between Tito and my bodies and started frigging my clit. In only seconds, I was arching my back and keening out another orgasm with my pussy clamped tight on Tito's fabulous cock. My orgasm sent him over the edge and I felt him spill inside me. He settled on top of me momentarily and I savored his weight and the smell of him, and our sex before he rolled off to lie beside me. "Oh girl, you are something else. I need a minute to catch my breath," he said. I was blinking, trying to figure out if the spots in my eyes were a lighting effect from the club or a result of my orgasm. Either way I didn't care. I caressed Tito's face and kissed him affectionately. I buried my face at the base of my neck and told him, "You take as long as you want, as long as you make me cum again like that." He smelled even better with sex sweat on him. His hands were still roaming over my ass and back while I basked in the afterglow. Jake Boulder had to be using performance enhancing drugs. It couldn't have been more than a minute later that he was back on Cindy, his massive cock already twitching to life. He lifted her from the ground and deposited her on the table, guiding her to her knees. With her feet hanging off the edge of the table he stepped between them and started rubbing his cock at the entrance to her love tunnel. The look on her face was beatific. I looked back at my man and said, "Tito, fuck me like that, hands and knees on the table. Make me your little bitch." Tito eagerly replied, "This I will do!" He swept me up in his arms and set me down in front of the table. I knelt on the table as his hands roamed all over me. I arched my back, turned my head toward him and we kissed, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Then, he guided me down, forcing me to hands and knees and entered me in one long, smooth stroke. It took my breath away. I was eye to eye with Cindy; Jake was thrusting into her in a steady rhythm. Each thrust made her jizz covered boobs sway forward and she panted as if she couldn't contain air and Jake's cock at the same time. Her eyes were glazed over as if she were a million miles away. As Tito began fucking me I started speaking to Cindy. "You certainly turned into a little slut, didn't you?" She didn't reply, except to moan and start humping back into Jake as he fondled her tits. "I'm surprised you can take that much cock. If Jake put a piece of bubblegum on the end of his penis I bet you could blow a bubble." This time the only response was a bare flicker of consciousness in her big blue eyes. "Of course that's not the only thing you blew tonight. How did you like the taste of Jake's dick?" Consciousness returned to Cindy's eyes for a second. She closed her eyelids and then leaned forward, putting a hand behind my head to pull me into a kiss. Her mouth open wide to keep our teeth from colliding as our mean fucked us. Her tongue force its way into my mouth and she used it skillfully, twinging with mine and riding over my teeth. She broke the kiss and made solid eye contact with me. "I loved it. I want more. I want to be a little fucktoy." And then Jake snatched her away, lifting one of her legs he rotated her on his cock so he could lay her on her back in front of me on the table and then he started power fucking her. I would have felt bad for Cindy if I wasn't jealous. Jake drove into her like a fury. It was like watching an industrial film of a powerful engine smashing out parts on an assembly line. He rammed his cock into her over and over while all she could do is lay there and whimper. She was a leaf and he was as storm. I watch